I am drawn
to the darkness
drifting through an arroyo
the distant call
of coyote
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Don Miller
Don Miller lives in southern New Mexico, USA. He has been writing tanka since the early 1980s, and has had his tanka, tanka sequences, tanka prose, and other short-form poetry published on a somewhat regular basis in various print and online journals since the early 2000s.
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Pretty magical, Don…I especially like the sense of presence/movement which results from your choosing to use the present participle–"drifting"–as well as the visual arroyo created by the long third line. Lots of lovely dreaming room here, too…
his desert sun
her mountain moon
and yet
the call and response
of coyote poems
Very nice image.
beautiful images, Don.
"The distant call of a coyote"
Don, forever there is "the distant call" to harvest an imagination… as does your tanka. _m
in the dark
moonrays call my eyes
the yield
Pretty magical, Don…I especially like the sense of presence/movement which results from your choosing to use the present participle–"drifting"–as well as the visual arroyo created by the long third line. Lots of lovely dreaming room here, too…
his desert sun
her mountain moon
and yet
the call and response
of coyote poems
Autumn
A great sense of oneness with nature in this tanka. Mesmerising.
marion
I am drawn
to the darkness
drifting through an arroyo
the distant call
of coyote
—DON MILLER
in my youth I preferred the dark for work or play and only recently prefer the long days of light during the Summer.
But I do enjoy crisp night skies where I can see so many stars, and maybe hear the call of the dingo:
Far North Queensland
a dingo’s call picked up-
the moonless night
Alan Summers
Publication credits: Modern Haiku (exact date unknown, early 1990s)
This is dynamite!
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passed night storm
a cricket’s single chirp
breaking the silence
in the playground’s airplane
mother’s echoing call